And the plot thickens, soon so much will come to light from the previous books. You will ee how everything fits together. I hope you are enjoying the story so far. Let me know what you think what your guesses are,
CRIMSON My skin prickled from the slight drop in temperature. The only way I knew that the day was changing to night. The slight drop in the air and the recess of humidity told me night had begun to fall. I had determined, by using this method, that I had been chained up in this dark room for 2, maybe 3 days? Of course, I can’t account for the time I was unconscious. I was still chained up, but the idiots had loosened the ones around my arms and only had links secured around my ankles and wrists. I was at full strength now. It would be easy for me to escape. I didn’t attempt an escape, though. I had only seen Tawny, or rather heard my kitten, that one time. I didn’t know the layout of where I was being held, or even where. I would be a fool if I broke out of here only to get captured again because I didn’t know where they were keeping my girl. My girl. I never thought I would be thinking like that about another woman other than Gillian, yet Tawny came barreling into our lives l
CRIMSON My roar rips through the night, halting the music, festivities, and actions of those who are attempting to mate and claim my mate. My kitten. MINE. I see red, I blaze with fury. Baring my teeth and I rumble out a growl, stalking towards my bound mate – laid out like a feast to be devoured, silk ties wrapped around her wrists and ankles, her dress is shredded and the heat rolling off her consumes my senses. The scent of her arousal fills the air and I gulp it in. I fight through the cluster of men who are vying for my woman. Scratching and clawing, knocking them down and out, making my way to her. I’m drenched, fur saturated with their blood. How many are dead – I don’t care. I’ll fight the whole Pride if I have to. I’ll kill them all. Reaching Tawny, I climb up and over her, my fur form covering her as I growl and snarl warnings to the other males. Protecting what belongs to me. More males sneer and swipe, fighting to claim my mate. I fight them off one by one, each ba
CRIMSON The feeling was bizarre. As we were led through the mansion, a home that was more modern that the first impressions of their compound – a stark contrast to the primitive image I had a glance of. I made a mental note of each exit and every person we pass; in case this was some kind of trick. Less than four hours ago I was going to be executed and my kitten had almost been the victim of a forced claim. Now, they wanted to treat us like guests. Althea’s apology held no influence on me. Her words were weak and came from a place of fear. Actions speak louder than words in my book. If it wasn’t for Tawny, I probably wouldn’t even be entertaining the idea of letting this Pride explain itself. I didn’t want to wipe out a race, but… If I had to, for my kitten, I would. There was still so much Tawny and I needed to talk about. Here I am angry that they tried to force a claim on her when in reality, I did just that. My mark sitting on the mound of her left breast – just above her he
TAWNY I look up at Crimson with tears in my eyes, happy that he finally knows who and what he is. I can see the settling of his demeanor, the stiffness between his shoulder blades relaxes. I can sense him thinking about what Althea has told us and I know he will have more questions, but for now, he is satisfied with what he has been given. Me? I want to know more. The underground library, which we have been in for what seems like hours, has a familiar feel. One that I can’t quite place a finger on. Like a seventh sense, I know this place holds more secrets and somehow, it’s connected to Lamia. Ashe was the demi-god that came to Lamia in her dreams, the same person is known as Odeia. Ashe is the very same person to who Hunji pledged an oath too. This couldn’t be a coincidence, not when Orion and Silas are mentioned in the same breath. A sickening feeling forms in the pit of my stomach, when I think back to almost three years ago. I am well aware of the brutality of the Rogue King,
TAWNY It took us a while, hours in fact before we reached the ravine. We walked in silence. Arik and his two warriors led the way as Crimson and I followed behind, hand in hand. As I took in the beautiful nature that surrounded us, the lush green of the jungle, and the exotic plants I would never find back in the New Moon Kingdom, I couldn’t help but replay the last four days through my mind. It was an unbelievable turn of events. And truth be told I wasn’t sure how I felt about everything. Sure, I was mad at Althea and the Pride for what they tried to do. I also, somewhat, understood. Althea just wanted to secure the Prides future, even if was a fucked-up way to go about it and trick me into mating with her nephew. Who I guess would be Crimson’s cousin. And would that make me his aunt? Crimson had already said he would never trust them fully. He didn’t want to be the one to wipe out a Pride, a whole race that as we knew, was the last of their kind, and throw Cambiador into war ag
GILLIAN I hang up the satellite phone shaking my head to Tristan, “They found a trail, but… then it disappeared. They are making their way to the Ravine that borders the kingdom to the south.” Tristan swipes a hand down his forlorn face. I haven’t known him long, but I can tell he is as vexed as I am about Kolby and Tawny missing. For more reasons than just the two future leaders of Cambiador have disappeared. He sighs heavily, “This isn’t good, Gill.” He stresses and I swallow deeply. He is right. My father has already been here several times to see Kolby in the past four days that they have been missing. I can tell my father is getting suspicious, as well as pissed off. He thinks he is being ignored. Already rumors have spread that he, Lord Maydor is banding together other high-ranking were-cats and council members. Whatever he has planned cannot be good. “We have to let someone know,” Tristan says stepping up to me and wrapping his arms around me in a bid to comfort me. “No.
TAWNY TWO WEEKS LATER “Order! Order!” The squirrely councilman shouts, hammering a gavel onto his bench. “There will be silence in the council chambers or you will all be arrested and thrown into cells!” I look around, thinking that’s a lot of people to threaten to throw in the cells. I know for a fact we don’t have enough room to hold the hundred or so people that have gathered to hear the accusations against Gillian. Crimson and I were fools to think when we came home everything would be peachy. Things never pan out the way you envision or hope. The first night we got back from Tolba, Gillian warned us that she blew up on her father and, also let it slip that Tristan was her mate. She warned Maydor to not say anything. Like the true asshole that he is, a vindictive, narcissistic, greedy dirtbag, he immediately started to rally the other Lords and high-ranking big cat shifters from the kingdom around him. He then filed charges against his own daughter for breaking her marriage c
TAWNY At the top of Cambiador’s hierarchy sits the royal family. The King or Queen and their successors. Outside of the capital, the kingdom is split into twelve houses, or twelve separate Clowders, each house controls a large portion of land overseen by the Lord. Each of those Lords who have control of the land is responsible for overseeing the development and structure of their Clowder and they each have their own warriors and their own elders. One elder is voted on to the main council to act as a judiciary for the kingdom. To uphold the laws put into place and pass sentencing as necessary. The Lords are privy to sit in the court of councils along with the chosen elders and of course the King and Queen. Much like the Packs in the New Moon Kingdom and their order of hierarchy. The five women who sit in front of me now would be considered Lunas or Den mothers if we were in the werewolf and bear kingdoms. Here they are just referred to as Ladies. But the same principles still applied